“Who are you?”

those are my three hardest words to hear

questioning

identify

person

a pair of words that could kill

a dagger in the heart for many

a anger for some...

Who are you?

A mothers nightmare

No clue

Stranger beware

You too

No one cares...

"Who are you?" - those were the hardest three words to hear in my life.

Ellie Hart was, and always will be, the love of my life. Decades ago, I was crazy about her, and she adored me like nothing else on this earth. We were inseparable.

I still remember the first time I laid eyes on her at Bremington High School. I knew then, as young as I was, that I had never seen anything on God's g...

“-so you have to think about it, Macki, think about what you want to do with your life. Think about who you want to be. This isn’t you. It can’t be. I refuse to believe this is some ‘new you.’ I know you’re in there… somewhere in that mass of flesh we call a mortal body. I only hope to reach you before you lose sight of yourself completely. Look… I know we’ve all changed, but I know you. You’re no...

DING! The metal door alerts me of new customers walking in. I look up from behind my seat at the cash register, apprehensive of anyone who enters the store past 10pm, especially on a weeknight. Three teen girls saunter down the chips aisle. One complains about not grabbing dinner before the show, while the others rush her saying they're going to be late. Fine, she says, and grabs a bag of chips be...

“Who are you?” The first three words I had heard him speak in a year. I clenched my fists trying to hold back the flood of tears threatening to spill down my cheeks the doctors mentioned he would forget his life before but I had hoped and prayed it wouldn’t come true. Telling myself he could never forget me but I was wrong. He stares at me his eyes looking as though they are looking through me not...

“Who are you?”—those were the hardest three words to hear in my life.

I stood there, frozen in the cereal aisle, clutching a box of Frosted Flakes like a life preserver. Across from me, Carol from accounting stared with that polite yet vaguely confused look people get when they’re trying to place someone they should definitely know.

“It’s me,” I said, my voice cracking slightly. “Mike… from the ...

“Oh, Grandma. You used to bake me cookies and give me hugs that nearly made me unable to breathe. You would send me pictures of birds from your birdhouses and birdfeeders. You let me choose what we were having for dinner. You weren’t mad if I tried something and didn’t like it, even if that meant you had wasted your money.

All these memories, these detailed descriptions of love, they flashed thro...

I sat there completely blank, my mind nothing but a void filled with possibilities, who am I?

I sit for hours pondering this question, and for someone to just outright ask me! Blasphemy! No one but a complete stranger non the less.

I have no idea who I am.

I am lost, broken, searching for something to keep me going, a little hint of what I might find solice in.

I am no one, no one but a monster...

I followed Erika through the door. The apartment was small, but it didn’t seem cluttered. There were plants everywhere, which made me smile. Erika adored plants.

My eyes landed on a picture of her and Finley, our five year old son. They both looked happy, smiling in the photo. My smile grew but got a sad tint.

Erika gave me a nervous smile. “What do you think?”

I enveloped her in a hug. “I love...